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hear that. Why? Let me take you 5 minutes back in time.
    Flashback.
    “Bhaiya, aaloo kaise diye?” My mother asked a vendor pretty casually.
    “20 rupay kilo.” He said without any eye contact. He was busy fighting with another customer over some polythene issue.
    “Poore market me to 15 hai.” I was amused at how she knew that. Was there any kind of secret newspaper circulating just for ladies where things like daily gold rates, daily vegetable rates get published?
    The vendor did not reply and then she moved to the next vendor.
    Coming back to the present.
    Mom left that vendor too and proceeded towards the next one.
    “Mom, what are you doing? He was selling at the right price, right? You yourself said its 15 rupees in the..... ” I wanted to know the tactics behind her move. Was she there to buy vegetables or just to negotiate the rates with poor vendors?
    “Tu chup kar! You know nothing about bargaining. It’s an art, beta ji. It can’t be learnt, it comes naturally.” She said and moved forward. I stayed there and watched my mother. There was a kind of spark in her. She loved shopping. Shopping was like medicine for her. She had been so worried about me yesterday and now she was again back to being her normal self. I was happy for her but on the other hand I wanted to run away from that market soon. It was too suffocating in there.
    Vendors were continuously shouting out the prices of their commodities. Aunties were busy bargaining. Children were fighting over different issues and I was standing in between them carrying an empty jute bag.
    I continued following my mother and watched her succeed in her bargaining championship. She finally got her “10 Rs. per kg” potatoes. She was more than happy. I smiled; amused about the whole event and suddenly I found a reason to widen the smile on my face a bit more.
    My dream girl was in the market too. She waved, and I waved back at her. The world around me vanished and I walked towards her.
    “Hi. What are you doing here?” I asked her. She had a mesmerizing effect over me. I couldn’t resist staring at her.
    “Actually I was here to buy movie tickets. Someone advised me to buy tickets from here because they also provide free popcorn at the interval. Isn’t that exciting?” She said and totally confused me.
    My confusion was visible on my face. I looked at the ticket- seller. He was wearing a torn T-Shirt that read the line: ‘I hate all girls except the one reading this!’ I could have bet that the vendor had no idea about what was written over his shirt. He was looking at me with a blank expression and I was looking at him with a suspicious look on my face. How could he sell movie tickets?
    Then suddenly I heard the most melodious laugh ever. She was laughing and it was like everything else had stopped and there was nothing around me except her.
    “What else can I do in a vegetable market other than buying vegetables?” She continued laughing and I continued to adore her beauty.
    After the peals of laughter, came an awkward silence. I wanted to talk to her but nothing was striking me. I was blank and strangely she was also quiet. I looked around to seek help. My eyes searched for Rishi but he was nowhere. Damn Rishi!
    “So are you alone?” I asked her and I saw her expressions changing frequently.
    “No... Actually... I... my mother is also with me.” She said. I didn’t know why but it felt like she was lying.
    “Okay, I am also here with my mother.”
    “Mother! And your wife?”
    “Wife? No, I am single. Unmarried.” I replied as quickly as possible.
    “Puneet!” Mom called out my name from somewhere.
    “Alright, then see you next time.” She said and put forward her hand for a shake. I felt her hand for the first time. It felt like rose petals.
    She left.
    “Puneet!” My mother again shouted and brought me back to the reality of our surroundings.
    “Who was that girl?” She asked instantly, as I reached her.
    “Someone special.”